“One Ma’am, thank you, and I am sorry for my expressions, I can’t help it, or was this first swing a warm-up?” I asked politely.“You see? Ev...n how you ask if that was a warm-up. It is like you are trying to assert that you thought it was not hard enough passive-aggressively!” She hit me again hard.“Two Ma’am, thank you! I am not! You hit very hard!” I said as politely as I could through gritted teeth.“That’s funny! In the eight years I’ve known you I don’t think you’ve ever told me once that. Was a mythical angel?! Furthermore, she'd chosen to imbue kind of knowledge to a nineteen-year-old confessor?! "I see," she answered dumbly, not know what else to say."Even in my wisdom and with my love for our creator, I do not see the path forward. How can I fix the wayward wandering of my flock?" the lady asked more directly.The metaphorical gears inside Broomi's head felt as though they were clicking together, jammed... then, finally, they loosened up. A magnificent idea began to form. If. I'm starving and we earned it. Maybe we'll relax at the pool or beach too. I'm sure your mother and sister are still enjoying themselves at the spa." After lunch my dad and I spent some time at the swim up bar. It was nice to just hang out and drink like a man with my dad. It's not something we did at home. Come to think of it, none of this is stuff we did at home. He had loosened up immensely since coming here, and I felt like I had earned his respect, something I realized I had always wanted.. Merton was right, I realized: Randolph Mason must remain legallyalive so that nobody could look into his past."I'm in!" I cried, and Dr. Merton cried:"Wonderful! I'll take you to the operating room, and we can begin rightaway!" ***Two weeks later, I headed into the local courtroom at about 9:00 A.M., mybrieface full of notes for the case "Randolph Mason" was about to try.When I got to the courtroom door, I met none other than Fun Factory! Hesmiled at me and.